My name is Brandy Wells, and this is my story.
I'm 32 years old, of mixed race, and have always loved and been loved by men and women both. I have never had to work much, and I suppose you could say the closest description of my occupation would be a professional student.
I was raised by loving and permissive parents, an only child. My father was a talented black jazz musician, a very successful studio musician and had steady work, although we were not wealthy by any means, and my mother was a white artist who would occasionally get her work shown in galleries. She was a wonderfully free spirited woman who basically let me raise myself, as long as I kept out of trouble and my grades in school were decent. I found it easy to do that, as school came very easily for me, and except for the occasional overzealous classmate who would ring me up constantly, and the girlfriend who would turn jealous and start rumors about me, my school days were happy ones.
We lived in Notting Hill, England from the time I was 10 until my senior year of high school, and when I was there, although I attracted a lot of attention from men, boys and the occasional besotted woman, I basically focused my time on getting good grades and reading, one of my favorite pastimes. I also loved music and dance, and became quite proficient at both, which were wonderful outlets.
My parent would give me lessons in anything I wanted, and I studied piano and modern dance, with the occasional ballet class thrown in, although I found ballet to be too confining and soon switched to modern and jazz dance studies.
They were also quite the non-conformists, very liberal and had frequent parties in their home, which was often filled with other artists and musicians, and it was a happy one. Although I had many admirers when I was in school, up until the age of 18 I would ignore them, focusing more on my studies, music, reading and dance because I loved them so much. However, when I was 18 one of my father's friends seduced me at a party at my parents house.
By that time I was told by friends that I was quite stunning, with long, thick brown hair, blue eyes, and mocha colored skin. I was tall and slender, and had a beautiful body, and was often stopped by strangers on the street who would tell me how attractive I was. I was even given cards by several agents for modeling jobs, that sort of thing, but I didn't want to pursue this, all I was interested in at the time was school and my reading and dancing.
However, at this particular party, since I had just turned 18, I decided to let loose a little. I had some champagne, my parents would allow it as long as I didn't overindulge, and one of their friends, an older drummer, started talking to me about music and dance. He worked for one of the local dance companies occasionally and we had a lot in common as I had heard of that company and it was quite well-respected.
We spent the time at the party together, and he gave me his phone number and asked if he could call me. In England where we lived, the Age of Consent in is 16, so I thought it was high time I found a lover and he came along at just the right moment.
